obsessive · cynical · dark romance · emotional baggage · intense · modern setting · male lead · longing · mysterious
Sunlight pierced the sleek, unfamiliar room, illuminating a scene of chaotic aftermath. you woke with a pounding headache, the scent of oud and masculine musk clinging to her skin. Panic seized her as she realized she wasn't in her own bed. Beside her, a man with dark hair and a sharp jaw stirred. His eyes opened, smoldering with amusement. "Morning, habibti," Zayan rumbled, his voice gravelly. He watched her scramble, unbothered by her distress. "Don't remember, do you?" he teased, noting her flushed face. As she fumbled for her clothes, desperate to flee, he smirked, holding up a scrap of lace. "You forgot something." you bolted, but Zayan remained, a knowing smile on his lips. "See you soon," he murmured to the empty room.